The Fate that is Overlooked

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Barata POVs

Today I was discharged, after last night RI 1 held a limited meeting (Ratas) to discuss the APBN Plan 20**. Ratas was held in the President's Office with several related ministers.

In the discussion about the framework of the budget plan for next year and also the simplification of social assistance funds, the president wants the RAPBN 20** to be prepared realistically by adjusting the latest economic situation. He called for the budget for subsidies to be recalculated, to ensure the distribution of the funds was on target.

In addition to the issue of electricity subsidies, BBM subsidies and non-energy, for the distribution of aid in the social field is also required to focus back on education and health. Being the number 1 person in this country really must be healthy, strong and spiritual. I'm the only one in control is incredibly tired. Moreover, he who arranged, directed and thought of everything?? I really have no desire to be like him. Although backed up by trustees and experts in their respective fields.

My thoughts these days are about the state of the house. The last few days Mom called, she always told me about Anita's activities that she thought were too busy and crowded. Mom asked me to be more protective of Anita, especially if it wasn't because she was pregnant? The age of her pregnancy which just stepped on 4 months is still vulnerable. According mother. Anita better get out of her job. He who said he always came home at night, made Mother often stricken with anxiety.

Not to mention the story of Mother about Ajeng, who has rarely visited. Yes, Ajeng decided to return to his parents' house the day after the incident to my ''remono" to him. I who always have dark eyes when close to him, can not brake my desires and desires. Luckily, yesterday I was in control. Because he heard the sound of his sobs.

Since that incident, Ajeng has completely restricted himself from my family. Starting from him who left the group message on one of the applications, his persistence to refuse the invitation of Mother back home, until he ended up rarely visiting makes a little more influence on the daily life of Mother.

Mom used to poke me more, I don't know. Maybe he was lonely. But I also did not have that much time just to hear the same complaints Mother every day, just back and forth but with the same theme and story.

I feel sorry for Mom, I have repeatedly persuaded Mother to be closer to Anita, but always adrift the distance between Mom and her. The busy Anita, who was always in a hurry, came home late, there was never any intimate interaction between the two making the distance stretch far. There is no empathy at all for Anita.

Every time Mom came home from her visit to Ajeng's house, Mom always sent me a message. Of course with dramatic words, as if he lost a daughter who was so dear to him.

But indeed, I admit Ajeng is a figure who is supple, cheerful and easy to blend. Ajeng can easily take the heart of mothers who are classified as 'easy-hard' people'. In fact, even mother's love can be taken so easily. Including his son this one of course!!!!

My relationship with Anita is still mediocre. There's no change. I am the one who dissolves in my work activities, while he is too. The distance is quite stretched even though I myself sometimes have no heart for him, he can accept me with all my shortcomings, my indifference, my passivity. I always try to be a good husband to her. But I don't know, I can't. I can't do it and I don't think I deserve him who loves me so much. While me? like not considering her a wife.

Born, I leave it entirely to him. I didn't take my salary for a penny. I had the advantage of some shares I had, so instead of being arrogant, the advantage was more than enough just for the life of myself.

For an inner living, frankly, I do it only as a formality limited to husband and wife. That'sallthatis. Not more. I'm the same all never feel pleasure or hot feelings, all flow as is. I don't know how long it'll be either. Although it should last a lifetime. Only God knows.

At least now I am doing my job well. Being a husband and father-to-be, of course. Bismillah, hope everything goes well. Aaamiins

The sound of cell phones often sounded from inside the bathroom, I am the responsibility of not pestering him. Mostly Anita or Mother. Who else would open them during the day like this.

I got out of the bathroom, grabbed my phone.

Home

I'm starting to feel bad. No way I'm calling home at this hour. Anita what else. The hours after lunch will be busy.

I quickly called back, it didn't take long, just 3 rings. Phone's been picked up. Without further ado I asked. I think Mbok War called. Who else if he is not a resident of the gini hollow wall house?

"Asalamualaikum" My heart seems to want to jump.

She's she? wasn't wrong? call in? I picked up my phone, I was afraid I had the wrong number. But still the name listed is Home. Homehouse.

"You? " Reflek and do not care about his greetings I immediately asked.

While he also seems the same, like. sound se. in. kit nervous. But I refuse to think like that. I asked him what was wrong with him.

She is a woman who feels very much, from the time I knew her first said sorry if she interfered and told me that Mom was in the hospital.

My focus directly on Mom, it felt like talking to her did not satisfy me, especially I could not focus on digesting her words properly. His words always drugged my eardrums. Freezing my heart makes me look bo doh.

"Where is mbok War? " That's all I can ask. Really, I was just keeping myself from being normal.normalizing the pace of my heart.

I waited long enough. Until Mbok War now picks up my phone.

I glimpsed it with all kinds of questions. From why Mom can be sick, how is the last condition of Mother, Anita already knows not yet, how can Ajeng who was there until I asked as much as possible Mbok War to hold Ajeng. At least while waiting for me to come home, until home, as much as possible Ajeng should remain beside Mom, I do not want her to be separated from me for now. There are many words I want to say. With a calm heart and a sincere soul of course.

And finally Mbok War roared obediently, heard from his voice that only said nggih Mas, nggih, nggih, ready, nggih so obediently.

"Remember don't tell me I told ya Mbok. " My love in the end is only answered again.

"Awas Aja ya Mbok War, Nggih-nggih continue but mboten kepadin!!" I said a little threatening him.

However, just now I said, his loud voice sounded.

"Sekedap Mbak, Mas Bara bade matur"

"Yes" Dear thousand, the phone changed hands.

I neutralized my voice with a thud before speaking.

"I'm going home, you for a while please accompany Mom, at least until the wife.I mean Anita home" I said.

".... " No sound from him.

"This time.. "

"Yes, I waited for Mom until your wife came home" she replied before I finished.

"Thank you" I said

"There again? "

"How's Mom doing? " I'm getting used to enjoying the sound again. While using my other hand to see the fastest train departure schedule this afternoon through my other smart phone.

"Mother is still in the IGD, waiting for further developments before being moved into the room"

"My departure schedule will end in the afternoon, Maghrib. At least get to Purwokerto at 1 p.m. I hope when I get home Mom will improve" I told her immediately when I managed to book a train ticket.

"Aamiin" he said briefly. He seems reluctant to talk to me.

It sounded clear, several times he let out a long sigh. I was bored and wanted to end this conversation.

Different from me who was busy regulating my heartbeat. Not to hear it in his ears.

Finally, I let out a long sigh, mimicking him, to release my dull and stiff feelings, while neutralizing my nervous feelings.

"See you later" I said in the end.

"Yes" he said briefly.

Silence returned, reluctant to end it.

Till.. " The Asalamualaikum "The heavy sound was heard, before the call was completely cut off. And I'm still confused. Look at the phone screen that only shows the main screen. Without background.

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